I worked. ... I know Memorial Day is not about a day off, but it sucked
being the only company in the building open for business. We signed in
on a long sheet because there was only a skeleton crew the building
today. It upset me that half the names on the list were from my company.
Every other blog on the net has some wonderful dissertation about the
remembrance. All I have is a complaint. I'm not feeling too happy with
that, but I'm not going to do anything about it.
Nat cooked a wonderful meal for dinner. Elle, though still not much on
the letter "L" is forming more complete thoughts and sentences every
day. School is wonderful for her. The first mortgage check went
through. Nat is helping Elle type "good night daddy" over IM to Ted,
her biological father. It is Elle's bed time. The news is on in the
background. The air conditioning feels good. Nat got a miniature
refrigerator for nothing today on Craig's list. Suddenly, life
seems pretty good again.